Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored On a Peavea amp in 1984 While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song
(La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da)
Zak and Sara
Often Sara would have spells where she lost time She saw the future, she heard voices from inside The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny Because at home they got her smacked
(La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da)
Zak and Sara Zak and Sara
Zak called his dad about layaway plans And Sara told the friendly salesman that: "You'll all die in your cars, And why's it gotta be dark? And you're all working in a submarine"
(Asshole)
She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance That make it possible for all white boys to dance And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped
(La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da)
